~My Love Under the Bad Moon~

Under the bad moon tonight, I am taking quiet steps. I know that you come here still. My eyes are as keen as the inhabiting wild, as theirs are as well my eyes. They look for me and are as well my ears, as they call to me. How should I take you when I find you? You, in this dreary place, should have left me alone. You told me that you would leave me alone. My protests were cries that made the beasts scream through the night. And you still come here. In my tangled home, you come here.

A time ago when the fires roared and the drunken conscience cried absolution, I backed you into the corners and tore apart the walls of our home. Reasons were yours and mine but you're here now. You said you would leave me alone and you left me; alone. But you tiptoe through my refuge now to know of me. These walls are coming down again!

Scream furious at me but I withstand. Reason against me but I close in. Play with the mad beast but he is no friend. You have come to my home to come at me. If I cannot hear of love then I cannot hear you. Only one cry will do. You dance around the jaded man. The beast is stalking you. Only one cry will do. There will be nothing of love nor like love for this terrible act to cease. Only one cry, one cry will make the bad moon subside. You will not love the beast but for craving the darkened wood. You will not hold him in the embrace that makes darkness drift away. You come here; taunting him; taunting me. You should have left me alone. You said you would leave me alone. And still you came here; but for the last time.

This one reminds me of a dream. Nice write!